Tuesday, December 06, 2016

If Julian Barnes Can Admit He Was Wrong About E.M. Forster, We All Have Hope For Re-evaluating Books (And Writers)

Barnes thought Forster was stuffy and boring, and perhaps a little straitlaced. Then he read an anthology of English food writing. “Where was that fusty, musty, dusty writer I had imagined Forster to be? Nowhere at all.”

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